A Summer Shindig at Sista's

Hello, dear friends.  I hope that you are enjoying your week.  After a cool weekend, the humidity is back.  I'm hoping that it gets better because I am hosting a luncheon on the patio for some very special ladies tomorrow.

Last month, my Sista and Bro-in-Law hosted a party at their beautiful Connecticut home.  The guest list was made up of lifelong friends.  Many made the trek to Texas for my Dad's 100th and lived to tell about it.

When we arrived, my Sista was on her way down to the field, otherwise known as party central.

Naturally, I brought my camera.  While everyone was down at the field, I took full advantage of the photo op in Sista's charming home.  Don't tell her, but I also pocketed some of her jewelry.  She'll never miss it. 

I'll give you a tour. 

How cute is this garage/barn? 

Sshhh.... we will enter through the back door. 

Note to self:  on exiting - grab a rooster.

Love their kitchen.

Help yourself to some Snapple.

Sista renovated her kitchen a couple of years ago.

That little square holds a dog bed.

Sista's trying to coax her 3 pups out of the family bed.

They've occupied it for ten years.

Sista always likes to set unreachable goals for herself.   

I love that cow print.  

I wonder if Sista would miss it.

This is the butler's pantry.

Lots of cute stuff.

I'm glad I brought Miss Daisy.

Help yourself to some nourishment.

My nef #2 made this beautiful table.

Btw... he was born on my birthday.

I've never forgiven him.

I wish I remembered to bring my monogrammed pool cue.

Love the pops of orange.

Are you tall enough to grab that doggie duo on the top shelf?

That grandfather clock came from the old homestead where Sista and I grew up.

Rather, I grew up.

Sista's still working on it.

This painting was one of two that we inherited from our Dad's bachelor pad.  

I got the other one.  

It's not half as nice as this one.

I'm not bitter.

This is the library.

A lot of books considering Sista never learned how to read.

This is Sista's office.

... which doubles as her purse storage room.

Go on ahead of me.

I'm going to see if there's any moolah in any of them.

Looks like Sista's got a few books left from her last book tour.

We better start getting down to the party.

The guests are probably brooding because I haven't arrived yet.

We have to walk all the way down there.

Lucky I did two marathons this year.

We're getting closer.

Say, you wouldn't have any Nitroglycerin handy, would you?

Nope, that's not Chowdah.  

That's his cousin, Wiley.

Nef # 1 holding the hydration.

Nef # 2, approaching, is the one who stole my birthday.

Our handsome bartender and chef for the day.

Time to wet my whistle after that long car ride.

Wait.  

I just walked 14 miles and there's a golf cart?

Miss Daisy posing with Sista's beautiful table. 

Don't pick her up - Sista's stuff is heavy.

I can always count on my ol' buddy, Miss Cathy to make sure I don't get dehydrated.

This young man, Miss Cathy's Bro, grew up in the house next door when Sista and I were young beauty queens.

I call him the one who got away...

I can feel the Mister's jealous eyes on us as we pose.

Former beauty queens in the house.

The food was delish.

The kid who stole my birthday did a great job.

I babysat for that young lady, Miss Caroline, who is holding Miss Daisy. 

Yeah, I started babysitting when I was about 3.

I was a very responsible toddler.

The whole gang.

A fabulous day with wonderful friends.

Time to hit the road.

I hope Miss Daisy isn't exposed to any security checks!

Until next time...

George Clooney

Wiley

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